734: Chapter 734 Nine Thousand Patterned Spirit Weapons!!

That the other party could offer this for them to enjoy, granting entry for the cost of a single Fifth-Rank resource, was already considered an act of mercy.

If it were any other power, they might not even give you a chance.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people had signed up.

The queue stretched long, extending from the registration desk all the way to the outskirts of the valley.

The soldiers worked efficiently, collecting resources and registering information in one smooth motion.

Those who paid the resources were presented with an earthy-yellow badge.

The badge was circular, about the size of a palm, and engraved with the four characters "Valley of Perishing," emitting a faint spiritual glow.

This was the qualification to enter the competition.

Just then, on the outskirts of the valley, two streams of light flew in from the distance, moving at an astonishing speed.

The streams of light stopped at the entrance of the valley and transformed into two figures.

Both were dressed in white robes.

The woman was beautiful, with a tall and curvaceous figure, her long hair tied up high into a neat ponytail, looking heroic and spirited.

The man was gentle, his expression calm, his gaze indifferent, and his aura restrained, making it impossible to gauge his depth.

The newcomers were none other than Qin Yan and Jiang Li.

Watching the Martial Artists queuing up to register, Qin Yan smiled lightly and said, "It seems we arrived at just the right time; we are currently in the registration period."

Before coming here, they had already obtained information about the Valley of Perishing from Jiang Li—how to enter, what risks were involved, and what to watch out for—everything was understood clearly.

They knew this place was controlled by the Guhen Kingdom, knew that registration was required to enter, knew that registration required paying a Fifth-Rank resource, and knew that they had to pass a competition to earn the qualification to enter.

"Mm, then let us go in as well," Jiang Li said.

The two arrived at the soldiers' post and each paid a Fifth-Rank resource.

The soldier took the resources, glanced down at them, nodded, and then handed them two earthy-yellow badges.

Qin Yan took the badge and casually hung it at his waist. Jiang Li also took her badge and tucked it into her sleeve.

Afterward, the two went to the side of the valley and waited quietly.

They were not agitated, excited, or nervous like the other Martial Artists; they simply stood there, watching the distant valley, the gray-black Spear Domain, and the armored soldiers.

Occasionally exchanging a few words, they spent most of their time in silence.

The crowd continued to sign up, one after another, in an endless stream.

Qin Yan and Jiang Li stood to the side, their gazes sweeping over the crowd.

There were many Martial Artists of all kinds, men and women, old and young.

There were those at the Rank 6 Peak, those at the Sixth-Rank Late Stage, and even over a dozen Half-step Grandmaster experts.

"Their strength is not weak," Qin Yan assessed inwardly.

"However, they pose no threat."

Afterward, more Martial Artists arrived one after another to participate in the registration. The number of people increased, from five hundred to eight hundred, and from eight hundred to one thousand.

"Alright, the number of registrants has reached one thousand. I now declare registration closed."

At this moment, a soldier stepped forward, his resonant voice echoing throughout the valley.

As his words fell, the Martial Artists below who had not yet signed up were filled with regret.

"If only I had come earlier!" one Martial Artist slapped his thigh, his face full of remorse.

"You can tell you're not a local; the registration slots for this Spear Domain of Perishing are always full every day," the Martial Artist beside him shook his head, looking unsurprised.

"Hmph, I'm not leaving today; I'll wait for tomorrow's registration to start," a Martial Artist simply sat on the ground and closed his eyes to rest.

At this time, a soldier stepped forward, stood on a high vantage point, swept his gaze over all the participants present, and said, "I will now announce the competition rules."

"The competition is called the Thousand-Person Tournament. The one thousand participating Martial Artists will compete within the Fighting Arena. During the competition, any Martial Artist who falls off the Fighting Arena or loses their badge will be disqualified. During the fight, intentional slaughter or abuse of other Martial Artists is prohibited; once discovered, you will be disqualified!"

"Finally, the one hundred Martial Artists who successfully remain on the Fighting Arena will earn the qualification to enter the Extinction Spear Intent!"

"I now declare, the competition begins!"

After the soldier finished speaking, he waved his hand.

A low humming sound suddenly came from the Void Realm above the valley.

A massive, earthy-yellow Fighting Arena slowly emerged from the Void Realm. The arena was square, several hundred zhang in length and width, and cast entirely from a certain heavy earth-attribute spiritual material.

The surface of the Fighting Arena was engraved with dense, earthy-yellow patterns—nearly nine thousand of them.

Nine thousand patterns meant that the Fighting Arena itself was a high-quality spirit weapon, only one step away from being a ten-thousand-patterned spirit weapon.

Using a near-ten-thousand-patterned spirit weapon as a competition venue—the foundation and generosity of the Guhen Kingdom truly made many Martial Artists present who were seeing this Fighting Arena for the first time gasp in shock.

Immediately, a golden light erupted from the Fighting Arena, surging from all directions and enveloping Qin Yan and his group.

The earthy-yellow badges on Qin Yan and the others immediately emitted light, reflecting the golden light of the Fighting Arena to form a thin layer of light that wrapped each person's body tightly.

The next moment, the figures of Qin Yan and his group vanished from where they stood.

When everyone's vision cleared, they had already arrived on the Fighting Arena.

Beneath their feet was the earthy-yellow ground of the Fighting Arena. Above their heads was the golden light shield, with runes flowing, emitting an aura of defense.

All around were dense figures of Martial Artists.

Qin Yan swept his gaze around and quickly found Jiang Li.

She was right beside him, dressed in white robes, looking heroic and spirited.

The two exchanged a glance and silently moved closer together.

Back to back, they formed a defensive formation.

Immediately, they silently observed their surroundings.

The space within the Fighting Arena was indeed very large. The square arena, with sides several hundred zhang long, accommodated over a thousand people without feeling crowded at all; instead, it felt spacious.

The thousand people were distributed within it, like stars scattered in the night sky, in twos and threes.

Many Martial Artists around them also began to take action. They walked together in groups of three or five, forming an Alliance and looking for allies.

Some groups were two or three people, while others were dozens—some were friends who came together, some were strangers forming temporary teams, and some were fellow disciples from the same power.

The power of an Alliance was far greater than that of an individual.

On this Fighting Arena of thousand-person melee, fighting alone was the most foolish choice.

"The competition begins!" A sudden, aged voice echoed from above the Fighting Arena.

And the moment the words fell, the entire Fighting Arena was silent for a moment. Then, it erupted!

"Brothers, do not get separated, and do not give other teams the chance to defeat us one by one!" A rough voice came from a corner of the Fighting Arena, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Brothers, do not intentionally kill anyone, otherwise we will be disqualified!" Another voice rang out from another corner, reminding his companions.

"Eliminate those who are weak or have small teams first!"

This was a calmer, more rational voice that struck straight at the heart of the matter.

Blades flashed and swords shimmered, True Qi collided, and blood and Qi surged. A thousand people fought, the scene chaotic and spectacular.

Some people were shouting, some were screaming, and some were giving orders.

Some charged forward without hesitation, some were timid and hesitant, some watched from the sidelines, and some took advantage of the chaos.